Queen of my own little universe-- the sightly twisted account of being a bait bitch, artist, writer, Antique seller, bibleophile (super geeky book lover) and wanna be cowgirl

Tuesday

Ocean at the End of the Lane was like skinny dipping on a hot June night, in a deep, moon dappled pond. I held my breath, and dove deep...... you awoke magic with your words......I shall never be the same. I thank you. Love letter to Niel Gaiman ..... ocean at the end of the lane. Xoxo

Ocean at the End of the Lane was like skinny dipping on a hot June night, in a deep, moon dappled pond. I held my breath, and dove deep...... you awoke magic with your words......I shall never be the same. I thank you.